She looked at the folded- over note of parchment paper, then poured another mug full.  Then slowly opening it, secretly wishing it to be good news, she was in no mood for a quest, not yet anyway. She read the words twice over, then took a sip of the brew. 

  Empress,

    Thank you for the advice, my father agrees to adopt Dawn after the next moon, to give Amberosia an adjustment period with the change.

   Best intentions,

                             Salem

           She grinned, then downed the hot drink. Relieved, one possible disaster averted for the week. Over the rest of the day she had minimal clients through her open doors. Nothing terrible or life threatening this time. A few aches and pains- nothing more than that. She worried when things were this calm for her. She didn't crave action and adventure like the warlock brethren's Richard, no. More, feared it at times. It had been a while since the last adventure.  That's what scared her; the longer it was the more challenging the next quest became. Perhaps it only seemed that way. She forced the thought away, otherwise all she'd ever do is worry. She took a deep breath and rang for Sage. It had taken him about ten minutes to knock and let himself in carrying a large silver tray with a pot of pixie brew and a mug. 

           "Here miss, I assumed that's why you summoned me," He said.

"You know me well," She said to him.

"Anything else, miss?' 

"No that was all thank you," She replied.

He nodded wobbling back out of her office.